She was a hard, hard woman with a pilgrim's soul
Had a face all lined from I don't know
Where she has been, but now she's here with me
We headed north on 29
Through Kansas city, 4th of July
In the late night fog, there were fireworks to see

And when I'm lost, you are my true north
Carry the weight of my southern cross
and though it burns, you don't fear the hurt
You were born from the dust, you raised in the dirt

We were all hopped up on kerosene
Or something else that burned, it seemed
That we would never put the fire out
I got down on my knees to pray
Forgot the words I used to say
When I was young, each night 'fore I laid down

And when I'm lost, you are my true north
Carry the weight of my southern cross
and though it burns, you don't fear the hurt
You were born from the dust, you raised in the dirt
You were born from the dust, you raised in the dirt

I've been counting stars above the water
Evenin's winding down
Just thinking 'bout the things I've seen
And where I'm runnin' now
And when the sun comes up tomorrow, I'll be headed out
Yeah, that's the part I know could tear me down

And when I'm lost, you are my true north
Carry the weight of my southern cross
and though it burns, you don't fear the hurt
You were born from the dust, you raised in the dirt

And when I'm lost, you are my true north
Carry the weight of my southern cross
and though it burns, you don't fear the hurt
You were born from the dust, you raised in the dirt
You were born from the dust, you raised in the dirt
You were born from the dust, you raised in the dirt